To You | Jeon Wonwoo

to you | jeon wonwoo

pairing: wonwoo x reader

genre: fluff

warnings: none

word count: 600

summary: in which you and wonwoo go to bed

a/n: just something to post while i’m writing bigger things. wonwoo i love you if you ever need a thigh to cuddle i got two of them :)

“Do you think I should get a new gaming chair?”

The voice in front of you pulled you away from your book’s pages, your eyes peering over the novel to look at your boyfriend. Wonwoo made a point to let you know that he was incredibly bored, but instead of doing anything about it, he had laid in between your legs and hugged your thigh as if it were a stuffed animal. As endearing as it was, his constant random comments were interrupting your before-bed reading time. 

“You bought that one last year, babe. Unless it’s broken, I think it’s okay,” you told him, watching him nod before nuzzling his face into your inner thigh. You held back a smile, folding the corner of the page you were on before placing your book on the nightstand beside you. Once free, your hands immediately reached out for Wonwoo, one landing on his shoulder while the other ran through with hair. 

“You’re adorable, you know that?” 

Your words made Wonwoo groan, his face once again burying into your thigh. You giggled at his reaction, your hand moving from his hair to his neck, where you gently massaged the tense muscles there. “My adorable little baby.”

“I’m not adorable – or little,” he muttered, lifting his head up to glare up at you. Jeez, he looks like a baby. The urge to grandma-squeeze his cheeks ran through your mind. 

“No, you’re right…. you’re not little. You’re my adorable giant baby. How’s that?”

You noticed Wonwoo try to hold back his smile, his eyebrows furrowing in concentration to not give you the satisfaction of hearing him laugh at your joke. You snorted at the look on his face, patting his neck before leaning back against the headboard. You picked up your book again, but Wonwoo was quick to grab it out of your hands and put it back on the nightstand. Suddenly, you were dragged down to a lying position by your boyfriend before he moved to lay beside you. 

“Time for bed. You have work tomorrow,” he teased, reaching over you to shut the lamp light off. You scoffed, poking his rib cage and hearing him yelp. You cackled, but stopped when he moved to hover over you and his hands began to tickle your sides. You immediately began to beg for forgiveness, Wonwoo giving you a few more jabs before pulling away with a smile. A few moments passed, the pair of you just staring at one another. You had memorized every crevice of his face, every wrinkle around his eyes. He was beautiful. 

“I’m so in love with you,” you admitted quietly, reaching your hand up to brush his hair out of his eyes. It was a bit hard to see in the dark, but the city’s lights gleaming through the window highlighted the small blush growing on Wonwoo’s cheeks. You continued to praise him, slowly getting him to lay down on top of you so you could run your hands up and down his back. Your fingers traced his spine and your lips spilled more words of affirmation that you knew he’d appreciate. Eventually, you felt his heart rate slow and soft breaths escape his lips. His body was slightly slipping off of you, so you maneuvered carefully, moving him to lay beside you with his arm draped across your torso. You mumbled one final bit of praise before pressing a kiss to his forehead.

“I’m in love with you, too,” he mumbled, arm pulling you closer. Soon, sleep began to take over, leaving you and Wonwoo to meet in your dreams.

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the one where wonwoo asks you to move in with him.

pairing: wonwoo x (f)reader

word count: 1.4k

rating: pg-15

content: fluff, established relationship au, very domestic; ft. medical student!wonwoo

warning/s: light profanity

p.s. this is a repost from another previous blog of mine !

A smile graces his face the second he sees you.

It has become a reflex at this point, especially after a busy and inevitably tiring week; the sight of you standing there outside his door, a gorgeous grin plastered on your mouth, holding what seemed like a rather large lunchbox containing what he assumes are dishes of your cooking, is what Wonwoo can only define as heaven itself.

He immediately grabs your wrist and pulls you in the apartment, closing the door behind you before grabbing the handle of the bag to momentarily place it on the floor so he can do the one thing he’s been thinking about all week.

Hold you damn tight.

“This is nice,” you hum with a teasing tone, embracing him right back as he buries his face against your neck.

“I missed you,” he whispers.

You smile. “Ah, really? From the way you haven’t been answering any of my messages, it doesn’t seem like it.”

He pulls back, an already apologetic expression on his features, though before he can utter an apology out, you place a palm on his cheek and pull his face down for a quick kiss.

“I’m kidding. I know you’re busy because of your exams. That’s why I’m here.” You start picking up your bag.

Wonwoo beats you to it however, getting it himself and gesturing for you to freely walk further inside his apartment.

Your friends and acquaintances always tease you about the fact you’re dating a medical student. They reckon that being in a relationship with one is already a lost case to begin with—you are bound to always compete with his jam-packed schedules as he studies and works hard to become a future medical practitioner.

And though you do understand that what they are claiming are entirely and quite painfully true, that still isn’t a good enough reason for you to love your boyfriend any less, considering that you can also see Wonwoo trying to make time for you and give effort in the relationship despite his tight timetable.

“Sorry for not cleaning up,” he says with a chuckle once you arrive in the kitchen, paper bags and disposable utensils scattered around the counter beside the sink. “I didn’t know you were coming, so I’m a little bit over the place.”

You glance at him and notice how tired his face appears. He’s still handsome nonetheless—even in just his normal home attire that includes a plain shirt and jogging pants, he still ridiculously exerts extreme attractiveness—though at this instance, there are dark circles under his eyes and his complexion seems… seems a little dull, lifeless maybe, and from the looks of his tired stance as well, it’s like he’s been cooped inside his room all day long, doing nothing but reading and writing notes.

“Wonwoo,” you frown, “what did I say when it comes to busy weeks?”

He sighs, aware where the conversation is heading. “I can skip your messages but I can’t skip taking care of myself.”

You manage to smile a little because of how childish it always sounds whenever he says it. “Then have you been doing that? Because honestly, you don’t look like it.”

“I… I’ve been trying,” he sheepishly says.

“Okay.” You unzip the lunch bag as he walks closer to where you are. “That’s progress, at least. I just hope you’re not eating ramyeon every single day because you know how unhealthy that is too.”

“But I love ramyeon. It’s my comfort food.”

“It’s not good for you, babe.”

“I don’t eat it every day,” he defends, stopping behind you and hugging your waist while you continue to unpack what you brought for him, his chin resting on your shoulder. “Just every other night. Seungkwan sometimes stops by to give me home cooked meals, you know.”

“I know. I’m glad he does.”

The both of you don’t speak for a few seconds. Wonwoo just carries on hugging you, slightly swaying you from side to side with perhaps half of his weight on yours.

Eventually, you’re moving from one spot to another inside the kitchen—heating up some rice, heating the food that already went a little cold alongside it, and preparing the plate he’s going to eat on as well—all of that happening with your boyfriend still clinging on you like a koala (which to be frank, you’re not exactly annoyed at).

“Babe,” he abruptly says and you glance at him, pausing in putting some kimchi on a small bowl, “what do you think about moving in with me?”

You raise your eyebrows at the question, your hands freezing. “What?”

“I promise not to be that much of a burden,” he tells you straight off the bat. “I mean, I know I can’t cook for shit, but I can clean. I can wash the dishes and do the laundry and stuff you can’t do when you’re the one who’s busy.”

“Wonwoo—”

“I can still shoulder rent and utility bills too. Or maybe you’d want to chip in, but I wouldn’t mind if—”

“—hey, hey.” You chuckle and place the chopsticks down in order to detach yourself from Wonwoo’s embrace, facing him instead to talk about the topic better. “Are you serious right now? Do you know what you’re asking me?”

“I do,” he replies. “I… I’ve been thinking about it a lot. It’s not just an impulsive thought, I swear.”

“You’ve been thinking about it?”

“Yeah. I just—I just thought it would be better for us. We’d get to see each other more often. Besides, your company building isn’t that far from here too. Even if it was, it wouldn’t matter—I’d drive and fetch you there myself every time if it meant I’d be with you here.”

You’re speechless. Wonwoo’s not really the type to be overly affectionate, honestly speaking, though he isn’t that cold and distant either. He usually knows what the right words to say to get you blushing and your heart to feel full; he likes to buy you meaningful tokens of appreciation at times he feels like it and would agree to do something for you if you asked, regardless of how it might clash with his original plans.

However, you still find yourself being surprised to hear him say those words out loud. It might be because you haven’t been receiving that kind of attention from him in a considerably long time, and so to get them now, it’s like your system is slowly trying to restart and get used to it all over again.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to,” he says when you fail to answer for the last 10 seconds or so. “I just wanted to suggest it. I think I’m starting to hate being alone in this apartment.”

You snort at his last statement. “You don’t hate being alone, Wonwoo,” you reckon, soon encircling your own arms around his torso, “you just don’t like it when I’m not with you.”

He grins and leans down when you begin reaching for his lips, pressing his mouth on yours for the kiss you’ve been trying to get. “Yeah, you’re right. I absolutely despise not being with you.”

Wonwoo steals a bunch of long kisses for a while, and once the two of you break free to breathe, you give him a final peck before speaking. “Okay. I’ll check my lease and start talking to my landlord about it. Then I’ll move in with you.”

“Wait, seriously? You’re agreeing just like that?”

“Seriously.” You kiss him again, letting go of him afterwards. “Well, we still have to talk about it more, but for the meantime, how about we eat and you tell me what you think about the dishes I cooked for you so that I’ll be more convinced to move in with you instead. What do you think?”

A contagious and warm grin spreads on his face again. “God, why don’t I just propose right now too while we’re at it?”

“Hey,” you slap him on the chest, laughing, “let’s take it slow. We have to get you that medical degree first.”

He mutters a soft, “If you say so,” and pinches your cheek in fondness, maneuvering around you then to get his plate and try some of what you prepared.

Even before the first bite though, he’s sure that it’s going to be delicious. After all, if it’s something to do with you—he’s positive that it’s automatically considered as amazing in his book.

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ok before i leave to take my dog to the vet,

a royalty au where you're the heir to the throne and wonwoo is your shy (and lowkey bumbling) royal advisor.... he's smart and always has his head stuck in a book but he's also painfully awkward and clueless to how deeply in love with him you are. until your parents decide it's time for you to get married. and suddenly you're inundated by suitor after suitor, and wonwoo is quizzing them on their credentials and doubting their suitability for you, this one makes brash political decisions, this one spends too freely, this one has no tact for diplomacy. until one day, you turn to him and ask, "you've hated every single one of them. who, then, do you think i should marry?" and wonwoo blushes red and presses his lips together.

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do you guys think this applies to yall 😭

he’s handsome or whatever 🙄